Chapter 2174

"Ah..." Yeyou cried out in pain. He struggled hard, but his feet seemed to be bound. No matter how he struggled, he couldn't struggle out of the magic river.

The bright red blood was shot several battles high by his violent actions. The new red blood beads splashed in the air, but each one clearly reflected the handsome face of long yetian. These blood beads seemed to resonate with him, but they acted with his ideas.

"Seal!" a word came out of his red lips.

As soon as I raised my hand, the blood River stopped flowing as if it had been solidified. Moreover, it quickly surrounded Yeyou at the speed of wind speed.

For a moment, the quiet night was swallowed by the blood River, and the blood River returned to its original appearance and flowed quietly.

Long yetian takes a look at the calm Blood River. His eyes are still unchanged. This is the place to imprison evil and the source of his dragon chanting ring. There is magical power. As long as you can't get out of the seal here, you won't pose a threat to people all over the world.

The evolution of the magic River can erode the evil spirit of Youye, and all the power of Yeyou can be transformed into the nutrient of the Dragon chanting ring. It can evolve pure spiritual power. Even if Yeyou has the ability, he will not have the power before.

Besides, he will never let him out again.

He stood for a while and looked at the blood river. There was no more change before he flew away from here. His gorgeous posture flashed across the blood river.

Outside, the battlefield inspires.

Purple light rushed into the sky, illuminating the whole sky.

The evil spirit is awe inspiring, with countless deaths and injuries!

When long yetian came out, he saw such a scene.

He looked at his wife and saw the white dress with bloodstained shoulders. His eyes were deep and his fists were impressively clenched.

How can you hurt yourself again? His red lips closed tightly.

"Sunset." long yetian wants to pass, but general Jing Jian blocks his way.

"Long ye, where are you going?" general Jing Jian looked at him with a smile. However, he saw that long Ye Tian was alone and didn't see Yeyou. The smile on his face gradually solidified.

"What about you ye?" he couldn't help asking, why didn't you appear with him?

Long yetian raised his eyelids and looked at him indifferently. "Don't you think Ben Jun is his opponent?"

Hearing this, general Jing Jian's pupils widened violently, "do you mean you killed Yeyou?"

It's impossible. The night you invaded by the blood mist is immortal. How can long yetian kill him?

Long ye said: "then why don't you call him to have a try?" his indifferent tone was full of disdain.

Yeyou is really powerful, but it is for others. For long yetian, Yeyou is not a threat. In this world, only one person can make him threatened, that is his wife.

"Impossible, how did you kill him?" general Jing Jian felt like he had seen a ghost today. He wished he had fainted on the spot and never appeared here.

He prepared without fail, but today there are frequent accidents in front of him.

Long Ye's Tianmu light disdained to take a look at him, and his eyes were filled with a violent killing intention: "do you think your plan is safe? In my eyes, you are just a clown."

Indeed, general Jing Jian is indeed a clown in his eyes.

He, long ye, has run the world for thousands of years. What kind of things have you never seen? People like general Jing Jian have seen a lot.

"Do you look down upon general Jing Jian so much?" general Jing Jian listened to the clown, a sense of humiliation spread all over his body, and a cold light twinkled in his eyes. Many years ago, he had always been a humble existence in front of this man.

Many years later, he still exists like this. He has plotted in the dark for so long, appeared in front of him with thousands of people, and took his pride in the world and all his schemes. However, in front of this man, he is still just a humble existence.

He is like the God who is high above, and he can only look up to him forever. Such a gap makes him think of killing him thousands of times in the bottom of his heart.

But he knew that with his ability, Long Yi could kill him with a little finger.

A word from the goddess can also kill him.

He can only choose to pretend to die!

Choose to act in the dark and wait for the time to come.

But to this day, he still has a feeling of being low in the dust.

Especially in front of Lin Xi and long Ye.

Long yetian replied indifferently, "I've never seen you in the eye." the implication was that he didn't even deserve to look at him.

"Long ye, I'm here to see how long you can last. Do you see? The power of blaming the world can flatten a mountain and trample your son to pieces. If your son dies, your proud capital will be gone." general Jing Jian's tone is arrogant. Blaming the world has always been his pride. Among their generations, He was the only one who refined the world. He was the legend of the soul curse family.

Long yetian stands in the air. The wind blows. His ink hair is flying. On a handsome and extraordinary face, he looks at his aggressive son in the purple light. "Don't you find that the speed of complaining about the world is getting slower and slower?"

"How could it?" general Jing Jian didn't think so. He had been fighting for a long time. The person with weak momentum should be long Chen. He was very confident in his hatred of the world.

However, he was beaten in the face the next moment.

"Roar!" with a loud noise, he saw the world he was proud of. He was whipped by the purple cane in Lin Zichen's hand. The whole figure quickly retreated a few steps and hit the ground hard. The snake tail swung painfully in the air, and the mottled purple light and shadow flickered in the air.

Seeing this, general Jing Jian stared unbelievably. He couldn't think that the cane in Lin Zichen's hand was really the enemy of the world. Moreover, before long, the world was facing rout.

"It's impossible, it's impossible?" general Jing Jian looked at the world with disbelief.

"Blame the world, you get up, you bastard, you can't do this to me. I cultivated you. It took 200 years, and you can't fall down." general Jing Jian's eyes were about to crack. Lin Zichen reminded him before, but he still couldn't believe what he saw.

The resentful world looks at the soul chasing hammer in Lin Zichen's hand, and the Vietnam War is more and more excited.

Without the slightest flinch, the soul chasing mallet and she have the breath of mutual restraint. In the face of the cane that constantly pushes her, she has four hands and has invulnerable scales to protect her body, but the soul chasing mallet hit her and made her whole body extremely painful.